Ark of the Immortal

The doctor shrugged his shoulders and said somewhat self-deprecatingly.

If you say that the doctor himself has no power at all, no one will believe it.

He indeed did not smell the aura of the strong from the doctor, nor did he see the solid soul that represented the strong from the doctor.

But wouldn't such a person with almost demonic intelligence leave some backup options for himself?

Ceob didn't believe it.

However, the doctor is right.

Take a closer look at the lineup heading to Iberia this time around.

Kelsey has an abyss-like creature that lives with her, Mon3tor.

Gladia, Skadi, Laurentina, also known as the ghost shark. These are all powerful deep-sea hunters, with impeccable physical fitness and combat experience.

There are also some skilled elite operators, and the mission of these elite operators is almost exclusively to gather information.

As for operators of Kyobe and Melanza's level, they have no plans to consider them at all.

Their skills may be considered good enough for people at the same level. But if you don’t have the experience, you won’t be able to handle this level of danger.

The doctor can foresee that the threat in Iberia may have exceeded the level that Rhode Island can currently handle.

That's why they waited until the undead came back before specially summoning the deep-sea hunter and Kelsey to have a talk.

It not only gives the undead the next destination to investigate, but also adds to the success rate of this operation.

To put it bluntly, even Kelsey couldn't guarantee that she could escape unscathed. If there were no immortals, this lineup would not be enough to dominate the battle.

All right.

Since the doctor insists, it's hard to say anything unless the person dies.

Several battles at the beginning of the generation have proven the doctor's judgment. Kelsey can survive to this day, and the doctor can reawaken now, which proves that there is absolutely no possibility of his judgment being wrong.

Regardless, it's always better to be cautious. Moreover, Yin Hui's side really couldn't do anything without help.

Then, I'll be waiting for your good news.

The doctor greeted the undead man, took two steps back, and signaled that the undead man could get in the car.

The immortal nodded to the doctor as a farewell, then turned and walked onto the bus.

Sitting down next to the fire girl who had already taken a seat, the undead man's hand was quickly held by another soft palm.

What are you thinking about?

The brisk voice lingered in his ears, and the undead man turned his head and looked at the fire girl who was leaning on the chair.

he asked with some confusion.

You are very happy?

The undead man didn't know why the fire girl was so happy, and he didn't even know what the reason was for being happy. He was just out of curiosity.

The fire girl chuckled lightly, then put her head on the undead man's shoulder.

Because instead of asking me to return to the sword, you asked me to sit next to you.

...

The undead man was stunned for a moment.

This is not what we agreed to.

I'll be happy if you remember.

The fire girl once again interrupted the undead man's words, preventing him from saying anything more incomprehensible and coquettish, leaving him speechless.

There will be another long journey ahead, so keep your spirits up.

After saying that, the fire girl didn't care what the undead man wanted to say, closed her eyes, hugged the undead man's arm, and pretended to sleep.

It sticks to his body and cannot be shaken off no matter how hard it is. It is clear that the fire girl herself does not need to rest.

The undead man has almost become accustomed to the behavior of the fire girl, and he originally looked like a mess. But with the fire girl, the undead will never feel bored.

I can only keep silent and close my mouth. She wisely swallowed these words before her next rant came.

However, the undead man will definitely not close his eyes and meditate like the fire girl. Speaking of Iberia, he is more concerned about another thing.

Scout?

Sitting on the other side of the row from the undead, Scout and Logos pretended they didn't hear anything.

When Scout heard the undead man calling him, he subconsciously clicked his tongue.

Scout? Can you hear me?

It wasn't until the undead man spoke again that Scout turned his head helplessly and looked at the undead man.

What's wrong? It's best not to speak at this time. The lady next to you needs to rest.

Scout doesn't really have any problem with the undead, nor does he have any problem with fire girls.

It's just that a simple undead person being pulled by a fire girl to flash a light is really beyond Scout's knowledge.

And this kind of thing is not uncommon in Rhode Island during this time, but every time he sees it, Scout always feels inexplicably embarrassed.

Well, she doesn't need to rest... let's keep our voices down.

Although he said that the fire girl didn't need to rest, don't worry about her. But the undead man finally chose to lower his voice.

Doctor, you told me that W and Greyhound have come back?

yes.

Scout's expression became serious when he heard the undead mention W and Greyhound.

They seemed to have brought back some key information and talked a lot with the doctor. They seemed a little lost when they finally left.

All of us thought that W would take action against the Doctor, but the Doctor just asked us to leave. Even Amiya was not taken with him.

He seemed to be very confident when facing W. Facts also proved that W was not crazy enough to attack him.

When communicating with the doctor before, the doctor specifically mentioned W and greyhounds.

This guy W has her own purpose, and the doctor can more or less guess what her purpose is.

By that time, the Doctor had recovered his memory. He also recalled all the betrayal that was misunderstood by many people.

Therefore, after W noticed that the doctor's memory had returned, he immediately launched a series of questions about the doctor.

It's not that W doesn't care about the king's death. She and Greyhound can be said to be the two most sensitive people. As long as the king is mentioned, they won't be able to calm down.

And facing the doctor, the only insider, how can W put aside his inner doubts?

Likewise, greyhounds are very curious about the specific events that occurred at that time.

However, after experiencing a series of events, both of them understood one thing, that is, the doctor could basically rule out the scope of the murderer who killed the king.

Although the doctor never personally denied that he killed the king, he also never admitted that he was the one who did it.

After later learning about Tracy's series of actions, both of them believed that it was more likely that Tracy was responsible.

But the doctor gave them an unexpected answer.

After that, W and Greyhound left Rhode Island.

In the undead's last conversation with the doctor, the doctor also clearly informed him about the whereabouts of W and Greyhound.

They are in Iberia, and now they should be following his guidance to find the truth about the incident that year.

And this time the immortal goes to Iberia, there is a great possibility that he will encounter the two of them.

Doctor, have you ever told you how to find them?

Greyhounds make a good impression on the undead. This guy has his own agenda, but he doesn't treat other people as fools. He has a fairly cheerful personality, and he is also bold and careful.

If I can meet them this time in Iberia, I can say a few words.

Not really, but those two guys. If they really need our help, they will find us.

Scout shook his head and said.

I won't talk about Greyhound. That guy is very mysterious. Even I don't quite understand what his power is.

As for W, her ability to see through my disguise is enough to prove her tracking ability. These two guys are capable enough to survive in Iberia.

Um.

The undead man could only nod.

All right.

It seems that it is basically impossible to actively find W and Greyhound.

I just hope that I can see them on this trip and they still keep their original appearance.

Skadi, who was sitting behind the undead man, and Laurentina beside her, looked quietly at the back of the seat in front of them.

Gladia looked out the window, wondering what she was thinking.

With the roar of the engine, the Originium solution was injected, and the vehicle finally started and drove out of the Rhode Island garage.

Looking at the vehicle gradually moving away, the doctor withdrew his gaze and gave instructions to Ace beside him.

Get ready, we should set off.

...

Just as the undead and others set off, far away on the coast of Iberia, under the dim sky, two figures were walking on the beach.

The black sky in the distance merges with the sea. If it weren't for the turbulent sea level, it would be impossible to tell which is the sky and which is the sea.

Sakaz looked at the sky in the distance quietly and took a deep breath.

The smell of fish, blood, and the stench of long-dried corpses.

I said, how professional are you talking like a policeman?

Another Sakaz girl came to the beach with a bundle of firewood, threw it on the ground, and then clapped her hands.

Is it possible that you have really been a scumbag before? Can Sakaz find such a job in Yan Country?

When I was a private detective, I always had to write some words like this in my copywriting to make it look like I was actually on the scene, so that customers would be willing to pay me obediently.

The Greyhound turned around and rubbed his hands.

Let's not talk about this, I do smell blood. Even the sea can't cover up the smell of corpses.

Greyhound squatted down, condensed a slightly rough crystal drill in his hand, chipped some dry fine sawdust, and then used it as a primer to light the firewood.

The two sat down around the campfire, enjoying the rare warmth.

Tsk, the bonfire you made is indeed not as comfortable as that person's bonfire.

W muttered.

Greyhound said matter-of-factly.

That's for sure, that's my eldest brother! My eldest brother is the strongest!

W rolled her eyes and didn't say much. She was used to this guy talking nonsense. No matter how poisonous her mouth is, it can be easily defused by Greyhound.

In a sense, the two of them are like one thing.

Get a good rest. I'll keep vigil until tomorrow. We can find the abandoned village.

Greyhound said.

I hope this mysterious man we followed along the way will not lead us astray.

The bonfire burned quietly, W was beating the gourd quietly in his drowsiness, and Greyhound took out his notebook to make daily records.

Just on the far side of the beach, in the woods more than a hundred meters away.

A black figure stood on the treetops, his face obscured by the shadows.

Hanging on his back was a sickle that was as high as his body, folded up with machine braces, and hung behind him.

He was like a statue, motionless, leaving only his sharp and hidden sight, supervising the two people in the distance.

As for rest?

Being awake, he has now lost the qualification to enter dreams.